#and I'm just gonna be back feeling AWFUL as hell for god knows how long

[chaelinsbitch]

I hate that my mood goes from like "omg friendship is so beautiful I am so grateful for everyone they make life worth living 💖💖💖💖" to "I am forever meant to be alone no one should ever speak to me and they should all forget my existence" and I will jump back and forth from both multiple times in the same week

[caotictimmy]

🍏- ANON? MAYBE??? it's so late for me but reading your nsfw on Daisuke...UAAAGHHH SAAGHHH 🗣️ he's such a vocal man and the whole morning sex thing where he can't get into you quick enough .helpop helppp meeeee helpppp

(maybe this is a request? Maybe I'm just yapping lowkey??? But if you want to write on this, by all means go for it LMAO)

Giggling over Swansea being mortified while walking in on reader x daisuke getting it on, I imagine they don't notice him and Daisuke is getting all needy trying to keep his pace 🤞 That boy has never felt the touch of person romantically so I could onllllyyyy assume that he'd been sensitive his first time. Or like. Every time with reader- especially if they're still on the ship. He's trying to not make too much noise as everyone is asleep ☹️ his whiney ass is NOT making it through that night. Bonus if reader is nonchalant about it the next day at lunch. They're talking with someone about their poor love lives (finding people to stay with how long their jobs shipments are)- reader dropping shit like 'aw man yeah. if only there was someone to really understand me, y'know?'. As if Daisuke wasn't memorizing their insides and how they physically react to him with his body just last night 😭

HELP 🍏 ANON THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD I ALMOST FELL OFF MY BED. But this is Acually so smart. I always believe Daisuke gets lost in the sauce when you guys have sex. For the headcanon I was thinking they were known dating. But for this let’s pretend the crew doesn’t know Daisuke and reader are dating. The first kind middle part will be NSFW. But the rest should be NSFW. This will be done as a one shot. (I’ll also include your little bonus! Plus a little more:3)

What was that god damn noise..? Swansea thought. Irradiated as he heard a squeaking sound, an indescribable muffled sound coming along with it. For fucks sake he just wanted to get some rest! But those loud noises would not let the poor man drift to sleep. He was gonna put a stop to that noise. Once and for all.

Swansea swings his legs over the side of his bed, sitting up. Stretching his arms as he gets ready to investigate what the noise is, and where it’s coming from. He stands up, his back making a loud crack.( I love old man Swansea). He slips his slippers on. Grabbing and putting on his robe by the door. Slowly pushing the door open. Before silently shutting the door. The noise got louder. Even though the walls were paper thin. It still muffled some of the noise.

He tread carefully through the halls. Getting closer to the noise. Swansea could hear talking maybe? The squeaking of something getting louder the more he approaches. Wait. He’s getting closer to Daisuke’s room..? What the hell was that kid doing. He could hear a faint panting? He started walking a bit faster.

Daisuke’s door was cracked open. God was the kid hurt-. Oh… Oh dear god.. For the love of pony express why did he have to be the one to catch this scene. He could now clearly see what was happening now. God why him..? (Warning for what’s ahead will be NSFW)

“Nyyhhh… F-fuck you feel so good. G-god so good. Am I doing good? Mhm!.. a-am I doing good for you. Wanna make sure your feeling as ..ahh ~… as good as I am.” Daisuke whimpered out. His arms wrapped around your waist as he continues going his rough pace.

“Yes! O-oh fuck hah… doing so good for me!”, Your voice muffled as you were face first in your pillow. Daisuke’s body pressing against your back. Like he was trying to mold his body with you. A loud ‘plap’ sound being able to be heard.

Swansea felt his face contort in horror. He could feel his stomach twist in disgust. He definitely walked in on something he definitely shouldn’t have. So what did he do. He went back to his room. Staring at the ceiling with that petrified face still stuck on his face. To say he wasn’t able to sleep that night would be an understatement

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“I feel like it’s impossible to date anyone with this crappy job.” Anya huffed in a frustrated tone. “I second to that.”, Curly sighed as he ate his crappy lunch.” Our shipments at a Minimum are 5 months! And it’s like we get a month or two back on earth, before they send us back to ship something!” Anya finished. The annoyed look on her face quite prominent.

“I get you Anya. I want to Acually spend time with someone and let them get to know me. But you can’t really do that on this floating rock.”, You said nonchalantly. You sure were letting Daisuke get to know you. All of you… Swansea thought. Trying not to gag at the imagie of what he witnessed last night.

You could feel Daisuke’s eyes turn to you. Lingering a bit longer than ‘just friends’. “Yeah man, it’s such a bummer!” Daisuke said. A light blush spread across his face as he said it. No one else except Swansea noticed.

“Say uh..” Anya started, looking up at you. “I saw you walking in here with a limp, you good?” She asked,her voice laced with concern. God why did you have to ask that Anya! Swansea cringed at her question. “Oh yea no I’m good! Just hit my leg on the wall while sleeping y’know.” You said. Hmh.. I’m sure you were doing some sort of sleeping. Swansea hurrying to finish his food. Quickly getting up to put his plate in the sink and immediately start work. He really just wants to take his mind off this..

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“Swan-sea!” Daisuke said, dragging the two parts of Swansea’s name out. Swansea ignored Daisuke, continuing to work on the broken vent. “Dude did I do something wrong?” Swansea sighed. Since Daisuke wanted the truth he’ll get it.”For fucks sake Daisuke! Can you have them stop fucking like rabbits! I know you young people have your urges, but this has been going on for the past week. And it’s Saturday for crying out loud!” Swansea yelled.

“AND IF YOU FREAKS ARE GONNA KEEP GOING AT IT. AT LEAST KEEP THE DOOR SHUT AND BE QUIET. SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP.” Swansea finished, catching his breath. Daisuke just stood there stunned.

“You.. you heard us..?” Daisuke asked, his mouth agape and his eyes shot wide. “I didn’t just hear you guys. Saw it to! Close the damn door next time!” Swansea said irritated. Daisuke continued to stand there embarrassed. “Swansea uh.. I-I’m so sorry I didn’t realize.” Daisuke stuttered out. Still shocked about the revelation.

“Yeah you better be fucking sorry” Swansea muttered. Turning around before pausing. Sighing a bit. “At lest your getting some action in this hell hole. Reminds me of me and my wife.” He said. Before holding his fist out. “I’m only gonna do this once Daisuke.” Swansea said. Daisuke happily returned the fist bump.

“Now get the hell out of my sight for the rest of the day!” Swansea yelled. “Alright swan-sea!” Daisuke said, doing the same long period name thing. Swansea let out an annoyed sigh. At least the kid was happy…

[3vergr3en]

Kissin’ and hope they caught us!

Part two

PAIRING (📖) . loser!collegeau!jake x fem!college!reader

A/N (🖊️) . I'm crazy over loser Jake (he's so cute 😕) my obsession with the headcanon abt Jake being a loser trapped in a hot man's body is concerning in the name of feminism. he has me gripping my hair like im going insane or smth

ADDITIONAL INFO (💻) . W/C is 2.2k! porn with little plot. Reader is smitten with Jake!! Jake is a little oblivious but it's okay, his geek charm makes up for it (and for the fact that he's PACKING). These two are FREAKS and PERVS. No p in v, oral (male received), Jake cant help himself from cumming inside, public sex!! everything about this fic is just so filthy and nasty 🫣

You recalled all the times when you dreaded going to college. It would be a new chapter of your life and you didn't know if it would turn out well.

But that would change as soon as you stepped into your campus's library and laid eyes on such a greek god of a man who sat at a table surrounded by books. Looking past the round frame of his glasses, you can see his big doe eyes that held a blend of curiosity and intellect. But that innocent look to him would only fuel your desire as you take in his features. His plump, soft pink lips curling up into a warm smile complimented his chiseled jawline. You don't know how a man could look so handsome yet so cute but you knew right then that college would be the best time of your life.

Midterms were nearing and what does a studious girl like you do during these times?

Eye-fuck your best friend who's taking the time out of his day to help you study.

"Y/n?" His soft-like-butter voice brought you out of your daze. "Do you understand this?" Jake asks, bringing your attention to the section in your notebook where his.. long, slender fingers are pointing.

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, biting back the whimper that threatened to slip out when you watch him pick up your pen and skillfully swing it around his middle finger till it sits perfectly on his ring finger. You can only imagine how his fingers could feel inside of you. Curling just enough to reach that spot that makes you see stars. Yeah... he's getting it tonight.

“I uhm— I don’t understand, sorry.” You reply with a lack of sincerity. You knew damn well what you were doing. You like to say that hearing it from Jaeyun would make studying fun.

Jake grins, letting out a soft chuckle. Who’s he to turn you down when you’re seeking his help. Because in reality, he’s had an eye on you for a while. He will never forget the day when he first met you.

It was a Tuesday, and Heeseung came literally begging (almost on his knees too) him to do his paper that he forgot was due at 11:59 PM that same day. And what does sweet, caring Jake do? You guessed it, he manages to cram a 6-page essay into his already busy schedule. He remembers sitting at a table in the library, books about whatever Heeseung was researching were scattered around him. He was on the brink of calling it quits and letting his friend fail (which was most likely not gonna happen) and quite literally started praying for a sign of some sort to encourage him to continue on.

And as if he had his own personal angel watching over him to hear his prayers, the sound of your boots clicking against the smooth, wooden floorboards drew his attention from the book sprawled out in front of him. There you were, strutting through the double doors with a smile. The confidence that oozed out of you had reached him even when he was across the room. He watched you talk to the lady at the front desk, in awe when you tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear as you focused on something. You were like a shot of espresso and he drank in the sight of you. You were everything he had ever dreamt of in a girl. From the hair to the way you dressed, hell, even your smile. He was too lost in his thoughts to realize you were walking up to him. It wasn't till you spoke that snapped him back into reality, "Hey, is this seat taken?" You ask, pointing at the empty seat next to him.

He just stares.

Holy shit. You were talking to him. Holy shit. Holy fuck. shitshitshit. C'mon, Jake. Say something.

His voice slightly cracks when he mutters a quick, "No."

You bite your bottom lip, smiling at his reaction. "Great. I'm Y/n, you are..?" You ask, sitting down in the chair beside him.

His eyes dart around the empty seats surrounding the two of you. Why would you want to sit directly next to him? Do you think he's cute? Well, you're definitely cute. You're really hot. Drop-dead gorgeous even. Wait. Why are you staring at him like that? Did he- OH-

"Jaeyun! Sim Jaeyun!" He almost barks out, cringing into his seat when he gets shh'ed at by a random student.

You giggle quietly, slouching down to match his level. "Nice to meet you, Jaeyun. I hope we can be friends."

Friends... Yeah.. I can do friends! (he def cannot do friends and neither can you)

"Hey Jake," You calling his name startles him. "Hm?" He really needs to stop dozing off in front of you.

"There's this book that I couldn't reach earlier. Could you help me with that?" You chuckle, giving a moment for the boy to process. And as if on cue, his head perks up to look at you. There he goes.

You guide him towards the very far back of the library, specifically a corner that had students unlikely to come by. It was shielded off by another shelf of books, allowing for you two to go unnoticed.

"Where was it again?" Jaeyun asks, his height easily granting him access to the tallest shelf.

"Right.." You point at some random book, "There."

Jake, too immersed in his determination to find the said book, fails to notice you sinking down onto your knees right next to him. "Y/n? What's the title of the book? I can't really..." He finally goes to look at you. But he's confused when he's met with an empty space that was once occupied by you. He looks around until his gaze travels downwards where he sees you looking up at him with a smile.

"Y-Y/n! Wh-What are you doing?" Oh god. He can feel himself twitching inside his sweats. This is a very dangerous sight to see you in.

"I wanted to repay you for helping me, Jaeyun." You calmly explain, batting your eyelashes at him.

He's dreaming. He has to be.

"You're such a sweet guy y'know..." Your hands snake up his legs, "And I was thinking 'How could I ever repay him' but then," You lean in to plant a kiss on his prominent bulge, "This idea popped in my head not too long ago."

Jake could only lean against the shelves of books to steady himself. His hand glued to his mouth to muffle any sounds that slipped out while you pulled down the waistband of his pants.

This is exactly like his wet dream but so much fucking better.

"Y/n— oh fuck.." He moans into his hand when he feels you pulling his cock out from its confines. The cold air hitting his warm dick makes him hiss.

"Holy fuck, Jake. You're huge." You gawk, staring at his cock that you were lazily stroking. It was average in length, but fuck, the girth makes up for it.

"Fuck. Please, Y/n." The way he moaned your name sent waves of heat straight to your core. You swore you could feel your slick seeping through your panties.

Your hand feels so much better than his by a long shot. It's so soft, so warm. If it feels this good in your hand, he wonders how it would feel to be buried inside of you.

As pre-cum oozes out from his tip, you couldn't help but circle your thumb around the head of his cock. This must've been a sensitive spot for him by the way he abruptly thrusts his hips forward. "F-Fuck. I need to feel more, please." He begs almost pathetically, eyes hooded in need. Need to feel your mouth around his dick.

"You have to stay quiet, Jaeyun. Don't want people to find out what we're doing back here, do we?" You question, giving his cock a tug that makes him whimper.

You're so hot when you're manhandling him like this. So so hot. "No." He answers shakily, his chest heaving up and down.

You smile at him. So obedient. So cute.

You flattened out your tongue, slapping his head on the pink muscle. He tilts his head back, jaw slacked and mouth open, but no sounds come out. Only heavy breaths and quiet whimpers. Your warm breath fanning over his cock feels so good. But nothing will prepare him when he then feels you licking up a long stripe from the base of his dick to the very tip. If it weren't for the shelves supporting him, he'd be on the floor right now.

You moan before lapping your tongue at his tip, collecting his pre-cum. "You taste so good, Jakey."

You felt daring all of a sudden. Having the man of your desires stand here, letting you suck his dick was hotter than any fantasy you had. You relaxed your throat, giving yourself a moment to prepare for what you're about to do.

Jake could sense something coming from you. The way you looked up at him, he can see in your eyes what you're thinking about. He didn't really know exactly what to expect, but he brought one hand to cover his mouth just in case.

A guttural moan rips out from Jake when you suddenly try to take him whole into your mouth. His eyes widen as he realizes that he was louder than he anticipated it to be. He just prays that no one comes snooping around. Especially not when he has his dick down your throat because not only would that be petrifying, but he can not let you stop. Now now. Not when he had spent countless nights fucking his hand, hoping that it'd be your mouth one day. Now that it's happening, he can't let a second go to waste.

You gagged around his length, feeling the head of his dick hit the deepest parts of your throat. And what's crazy is how he isn't even fully in your mouth. There was still a couple inches left. That fact alone was you clenching around nothing. You could only imagine how he'd feel inside of you. He'd make you feel so full, so stuffed. You moan at the thought, sending vibrations into his dick that makes the boy rolls his eyes to the back of his head.

Jake, on the other hand, was reeling in the pleasure of having your warm, wet mouth around his cock. He moans into his palm, teeth sinking into the flesh to the point where he almost draws blood. It's surreal how your mouth makes him go fucking crazy. His head feels so light yet so heavy.

Your hands gripped the back of his thigh to steady yourself while pushing more of his dick down your throat for merely a couple of seconds before pulling away. You're gasping for air, perhaps you overestimated how much you could take him.

Jake nearly cums at the sight. Your chin is glistening while a string of saliva connects your lips to his raging red tip. He isn't sure what came over him at the moment, but he needed to feel your mouth around him again. He finds himself sliding a hand into your hair, grabbing a handful of it before shoving his dick past your swollen, pink lips and down your throat. "Fucking take it. Holy shit." He groans, mouth open with a mantra of your name spilling out.

You're blinking away the tears that pooled in your eyes, trying to focus on breathing through your nose while your best friend manhandles your mouth. This was a total 180 of how he usually is, and you loved it.

Everything about this was so lewd. The sounds of you gagging around his dick mixed with Jake moaning was music to your ears. You look up at him through your lashes, taking in how cute he looked in his specs while moaning your name.

"This mouth feels.. fuck. Feels so fucking good." Jake mutters, hips snapping against your face as he feels his high nearing. "G-Gonna cum down your throat. Sh-Shit, you're gonna take all of my fucking cum." He's just rambling now. Mind is too fucked to even think about anything else but cumming down your pretty little throat.

With one final thrust, his pelvis is flush against your face as he feels himself emptying his load down your throat. "Holy fuuuck.. Oh my god, Y/n."

You could only sit there and swallow everything he gave you. This is your way of repaying him.

He doesn't pull out till he feels himself going soft in your mouth. And he's quick to start apologizing once he does, "I-I'm so sorry, Y/n. I didn't even ask where you wanted me to cu–"

You're swatting your hands around, shaking your head as you swallow hard. "It's okay. I wanted it." Your voice is hoarse due to his assault on your throat. But you loved the result of it.

He helps you stand up before combing out the knot in your hair that he caused. "Well, the library is about to close for the night. We should get—"

"Do you want to come over to my place, Jakey?" You ask, holding his hands in yours.

He nearly chokes on his own saliva. "Uh,, y-yeah! We can!" He agrees, nodding almost frantically.

"I need help with biology. Specifically anatomy." You smile, trailing your finger down his chest.

"Yeah... I-I can help you." He whispers out.

"Yeah?" You giggle, pecking the corner of his mouth.

He'll help you with whatever it is if it means you'll repay him by giving him head.

[lovevxle]

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"I hope it's okay if I love you forever"

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Adam x f!reader

cw: cursing, Adam being Adam, kissing, smut.

Summary: Adam asking reader out and getting a bit freaky afterrr

This is the smut version! Fluff version linked here (smut starts after paragraph 7)

a/n: sorry if this version took a bit long to be released! I've been busy with other projects and some requests. Hope you guys enjoy!

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"Aw Lute, I'm gonna fuck this up so bad!" Adam said as he paced back and fourth in his office. "Sir, it's really not that big of a deal. You're only asking her out-" Lute replied before being cut off "Not that big of a deal?! What if the bitch rejects me!? What if..." Adam panicked. He'd been planning on asking you out for months, he just didn't know how..

At first, he was his usual confident, cocky self but as soon as he looked at you, his mind blanked. Since then, he'd been trying to find the perfect moment just to ask you. "God, Lute...whenever I look at her..." Adam smiles as he speaks about you, "Her pretty face...her smile...even her voice is just..fuck, her hot ass voice is-" Lute cuts him off "I get it sir, you love her." "Y-yeah...I love her...a lot..but how the hell do I show it without saying stupid shit and being a fuckin' dick?"

Lute sighs and rolls her eyes "Just...be yourself but completely different, y'know? Girls like that type of thing." Adam inhales and exhales "Promise? What if I fuck the whole thing up?" He says, only slightly panicked now. "You wont. Well, you most likely will, but she wont reject you." Lute chuckles as she smiles for the first time in a while. She quickly goes back to her serious self and shoos Adam away to talk to you. "Now get outta here already!"

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ time skip ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Adam composed himself in the mirror, practicing what he was gonna say to you. "sooo...Y/n heh...you're pretty hot so- AW FUCK HOW IN HELL DO I DO THIS?!" he says to the mirror. He soon after walks out of his appartment and spots you walking through heaven. He rushes down to you.

When you see him, you immediately fix your clothes and hair, making sure to look extra cute for him. He appears behind you a few seconds later, acting 'cool' "Sup, buttercup~" he says, smirking seductively (or atleast what he thinks will be seductive to you), when in reality he's panicking. He makes a 'cool' pose, leaning against the wall.

"So~...you know how much i love that peice of ass and i also love railing that peice of ass...but...that's not why I'm here," Adam explains "look, you're cute and funny and..fuck..it's the first way I've felt like this since..Lilith.." He begins to blush and breath faster. "god...just-" he's cut off my your lips pressing against his. It was a light peck, but of course it still made his face heat up. He cups your cheeks (FACE 💀) and pulls away, smiling.

"So you were gonna ask me out?" you ask while you chuckle. "Y-yeah...I was..I'm taking that kiss as a yes?" he replies as he rubs the back of his neck, anxiously. "Yeah, I'll go out with you, dummy." Adam turns around and fist pumps the air "FUCK YEAH!" he yells, causing a few people to turn around and stare. "So I'll pick you up at 8?" He says as he goes back to his 'cool' pose against the wall. "Eh, right now works too."

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ time skip ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

You guys had just come home from the date (drunk of course) and stumbled into his appartment. You feel Adam's arms wrap around your waist and rub circles on your hips with his thumbs. "You know how crazy you make me, sugartits~" he whispers in your ear, flicking your earlobe with his tongue.

"A-Adam-" you get cut off by his hands slipping into your pants, playing with the waistband of your underwear. "You fucking tease..." you reply to his dirty moves. "C'mon..want me to make those pretty insides of yours feel real fuckin' good?" he whispers into your ear as he picks you up and plops you down on the bed, crawling over you.

You nod. I mean, with those soothing whispers and playful hands, who could say no? He begins to strip off both his and your clothes, making it agonizingly slow. He kisses and licks up your inner thighs, teasing you until you can't take it. "Are you wet for me yet, babe?" All you could do was nod because of the lack of words that would leave your mouth.

He slowly slips down your soaked underwear to reveal your aching pussy. He slides down his own pants and cups the bulge forming through his boxers. "Look at how hard you make me, baby~" He spreads your legs and sticks his pointer and middle finger inside you. The thumb on his free hand circles your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.

Your moans get louder as his hands pick up the pace inside you. He then slowly slides his hands out, fingers dripping and oozing with your juices. He uses his hands to hold your folds open as he sucks your insides.

After a few minutes of Adam eating you out, he finally lets you feel his hard, raw cock inside of you. "All for you, sugartits~" he says as he thrusts in and out. He holds your hips in place and a knot in your stomach begins to build. "A-Adam I-...I-I'm close- Fuck!" you moan out. "That's it baby~ Just let it out, cum all over me~" he says as he thrusts one more time and-

The knot snaps.

You reach your limit and cum all over Adam's cock. "A-Aghh~!!" You moan out uncontrollably. "Just like that baby, fuck, you're so beautifly perfect.." After your climax, you plop down next to Adam and breath heavily. "God, you're so hot." he says as he wraps his arms around you. "I love you..." you reply.

"Same." he chuckles as he kisses the top of your head.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓ Ars Goetia Reading Quarters (masterlist)

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[lateatnewyork]

Hi, could I request a Bodhi fluff prompt number 1? I think it would be something he would say to his partner, since Xaden mentionned that Bodhi was possesive in Iron flame when he saw Violet wearing his flight jacket.

I hope you don't mind that I'm joining your two requests together 💕

Second request: "Hi! Could I request a Bodhi smutt prompt 31? Like maybe he came to visit after graduating Basgiagth? Thanks in advance, there's not enough Bodhi fics :))"

Missed You

Bodhi Durran x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing, fluff, breeding kink?

Prompts: Fluff - "You look really good in my clothes”, Smut - "Show me how much you missed me.”

Summary: Bodhi was stationed a post far away from you, and you hadn't expected him back so early. He intends to show you just how much he has missed you.

a/n: i agree, bodhi does not get enough love, i haven’t read fourth wing or iron flame in a while so sorry if things aren’t exactly the same 🫶🏻 as always unedited

I stand in the kitchen, with my hands on my hips, my eyes glaring at the ingredients I have laid out on the counter. Bodhi is coming home tonight after 2 months stationed at some post.

Gods I missed him.

“I could make a cake,” I mumble to myself.

No, I’ve done that too many times.

I continue glaring at the ingredients as if they have some hidden answer in them.

“Fuck it I’m making the cake,”

I had just put the cake in the oven, elbows deep in flour.

The door unlatched but I couldn’t hear it over the sound of the tap running.

“Hi my love,” I hear a deep voice behind me. Gasping, I run to Bodhi, jumping into his arms.

Kissing him hard on the lips, I savoured the taste of him. His strong arms wrapped under my thighs to hold me up. Pulling away, I try to catch my breath from that knee weakening kiss.

If Bodhi hadn’t been holding me, I definitely would’ve fallen.

“Missed you” he mumbles against my lips, I giggle and whisper “I missed you too baby”.

“Oh shit I have flour all over me,” I stammered, “I’m gonna get it all over your clothes”.

“I don’t care,” he retorts pulling me closer “Did you know how beautiful you look?” he gazes deep into my eyes. “Even like this?” I chuckle.

“Especially like this, makes me wanna get you all nice and round with my kids,” he groans out.

“What are we waiting for then Lieutenant, show me how much you missed me,” I commanded.

A cheeky grin crosses his lips, “Gladly”.

Gripping onto his shirt, I yelp as he carries me over his shoulders and runs up the stairs and to our bedroom.

"Bodhi, I swear to fucking god if you drop me, I'll gut you," my head bobbles as his grip on my thighs tightens. I gulp at the feeling, hopefully he doesn't notice.

"Have more faith in me darling," his hand loosens and just as I'm about to start yelling again it comes in contact with my ass, a loud slap echoing.

"Bodhi!" I gasp, about to lecture him again when I realise that I can pinch his butt.

And that's exactly what I do. His reaction is more milder to mine, probably because he isn't being carried over someone's shoulder.

"Didn't know you were an ass kind of lady, sweetheart," he chuckles.

"It's hard not to be when my husband has such fat ass," I grin.

He pushes me against the door and kisses me hard. His lips find mine in a hungry, passionate kiss, his lingering touch conveying the depth of his longing. The intensity of his desire for me is palpable as he holds me tightly, cherishing the moment of reunion after being apart for so long.

I deepen the kiss, my lips hungry and insistent against his. With a firm yet gentle touch, he begins to skillfully remove my clothing, his hands tracing the curves of my body with reverence. Each garment falls away, revealing my bare skin to his hungry gaze.

As my body is exposed to him, he takes a moment to stare at me. "Bloody hell, you're stunning," he whispers, his voice filled with genuine awe. The way his skin glows under the dim light, the way my curves beckon him closer, it's all too tempting to resist.

I begin to rid him of his own clothing, each piece discarded with urgency. The room fills with the sound of fabric hitting the ground as the anticipation builds between us. I pull away from the kisses, admiring the sight of Bodhi towering over me.

Closing the distance between us, I pull him into another passionate kiss, our bodies pressed together. My hands roam his exposed skin, exploring every inch with a mix of passion and hunger. The heat between us intensifies, and I can feel the electricity building in the air as our desire intertwines.

In this moment, there's nothing else that matters. It's just him and me, consumed by a primal need for each other.

"Please Bodhi I need you" I whimper out.

He pauses for a moment, his intense gaze locked with mine. I can see the raw desire in his eyes, the vulnerability in my plea. A flicker of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he leans in closer, his voice a low, gravelly whisper.

"You need me that bad love?" he responds, my tone laced with a mix of arrogance and satisfaction. "Well, lucky for you, I'm right here."

Without further hesitation, he guides us towards the bed, his touch firm and commanding. Bodhi presses me down onto the mattress, his body hovering above mine. My hands roam his body, igniting every nerve with a teasing touch. I can sense his anticipation, his craving for the connection we share.

Leaning in, I capture your lips once more in a searing kiss, my tongue dancing with his. I can feel the urgency building as our bodies meld together, the heat between us becoming undeniable. With each touch, each caress, he makes it clear that he's here to fulfill my every desire.

"Tell me, love," he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot against my ear. "Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you. I'll take you to places you've never been before."

"I want you in me, Bodhi" I whine out.

A wicked grin spreads across his face as he hears my plea. The sound of my need ignites a primal hunger within him, pushing him further into his dominant nature. Bodhi positions himself between my legs, my gaze locked with his as he slowly enters me, inch by inch.

"You want me in you, love?" he growls, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and possessiveness. "You're going to get exactly what you need."

With each thrust, our connection deepens, savoring the way his cock hits that spot in me. My moans and whimpers echo in the room, fueling his desire to give me pleasure beyond measure. He sets a rhythm, his movements steady and powerful, ensuring that every stroke hits the right spot.

As he watches I surrender to the pleasure, he praises me in his rough, sex-laced voice. "That's it, love. Take me. Take all of me," he encourages me, his voice laced with a mix of dominance and adoration. "You feel fucking amazing. So tight and wet for me."

He continues to move within me, my hands scratching into your back, pulling him impossibly close to me. I revel in the feeling of our bodies moving together in perfect harmony, lost in the intoxicating dance of pleasure.

"You were made for this, love," Bodhi whispers, his voice husky with desire. "Made to take my cock. To be fucked by me. You're doing such a good job."

I lose myself in the moment, completely consumed by the passion between us, as we both chase the peak of pleasure, the world around us fading into oblivion.

"Fuck, I'm so close, Bodhi," I moan out.

I can feel the build-up of pleasure coursing through our bodies, the tension reaching its peak. His grip on my hips tightens as he quickens the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, fueled by my desperate moans and pleas for release.

"Give in, love," he growls, his voice filled with a mix of need and dominance. "Let go for me. Come undone."

He continues to drive into me, his movements becoming more relentless, chasing both our climaxes. The room is filled with the sounds of flesh agains flesh, the intoxicating symphony of pleasure.

As I feel the waves of pleasure crash over me, I can no longer hold back. I let go, my release washing over me in a powerful surge. "Fuck, Bodhi," I moan, my voice filled with satisfaction. "Shit".

I watch as his body tenses, his groans growing louder as Bodhi reaches his own climax.

"You're beautiful when you come," he whispers in my ear, his voice filled with awe and admiration. "Absolutely fucking beautiful."

We ride out the waves of pleasure together, our bodies intertwined in the aftermath of our passionate union. The room is filled with heavy breaths and the lingering scent of our desire, a testament to the intensity of our connection.

As we come down from our high, he gathers me in his arms, holding me close. "You were made for this, love," he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. "You're mine, now and always."

Bodhi got up to clean us off, he comes back with a t shirt of his own and put it over me. "You look really good in my clothes," he grins.

"Can't say the same for you,"

a/n hope u liked this, the cakes probably burnt😭💀

[respectthepetty]

Pride Petty Watch

Long story short, I owe the BL gods, so I'll be watching TWO series from my Petty List during the month of June. This list includes shows I haven't watched for purely petty reasons, so I'm asking the crowd to pick the two shows I will watch from all the MAME series, some censored Chinese bromances, a few sexual tension-filled Korean bromances, and one wild card.

I'm making my first ever poll, so whichever two series get the highest numbers will be the two I watch. And for all the kind people in the crowd, this is not the time to think about me. Pick your favorite. And for all the people who I annoy on the daily with my wild ass takes that piss you off, pick TharnType. But there is a possibility of a secret thirteenth option that would hurt me much worse . . .

The petty ass reasons are below the poll.

Disclaimer: If you're going to read the petty ass reasons, I need you to understand these are PETTY ASS REASONS, so don't try to hit me with 2,000 words about why me not watching censored bromances is a problem or why me not liking your fave hurts your feelings. Nah. Pick a show!

MAME

Love By Chance

This show came out at the end of 2018, and I watched the first episode, maybe first two, and thought it was boring. Then, in 2019, I saw a GIF of the locker scene, so I recommitted. I made it past the first episode just when the PerthSaint drama started spilling out everywhere, so I chucked the deuces and haven't returned since.

TharnType

For some reason, I couldn't find the first episode when it aired. Then, I found out how the first episode ended. Then, I found out about Type's past. Then, I just kept finding out more awful stuff until eventually the MewGulf shit finally hit the fan, and I was still reeling from the PerthSaint drama (and the emerging ZeeSaint chaos). At this point, I've built this show up so much that I'm afraid to see what it is actually about.

Don't Say No

A story of another GIF of a locker room scene sucking me in! After the first two MAME pairs blew up, I believed her shows were cursed, so I opted out of watching this one even though I thought it would be the one to vibe with me the most. But the biggest reason was because the main characters came from TharnType, so I felt like I would have to watch TharnType to understand this show, which was a big hell nah.

Love in the Air

I watched this through mutuals on my dash, so I feel like I did watch it. It is also the highest rated MAME series, so I had faith in it. However, when I found out about Sky's past, TharnType's ghost popped back up, and I realized this demon of a show is gonna haunt me in every MAME series.

The Wedding Plan

Y'all hated one of the leads so much while it was airing that I now hate him, and I don't think I can let that go, so I'm coming in with pre-hate and TharnType's ghost, but on top of that, some of y'all said it was boring. But what is boring in a MAME series? Consent? Not kidnapping someone? I never got answers, so I'm very conflicted about this show.

Censored Chinese

The Untamed

It's color coded, but FIFTY FUCKING EPISODES! What is this shit? Grey's Anatomy? The fuck! Second, once China pulled Addicted, I was holding grudges for life because it crossed from entertainment censorship into real-world oppression, so I could not bring myself to support media from a country that openly discriminates against the queers when I live in America where our highest court is just one Supreme Court Justice away from making us all live in the damn Mojo Dojo Casa House.

Word of Honor

It's color coded, but THIRTY-SIX FUCKING EPISODES! What is this shit? Supernatural?! The fuck! Second, I don't know the difference between this and The Untamed. Both are color-coded, one of them has a lot of uncles (?), one of them has awful facial hair, and they all have pretty outfits. Every time someone makes a reference about these shows, I just nod the same way I do when people mention Star Wars because none of it makes sense.

Guardian

I spent two years believing Killer and Healer was Guardian. I haven't watched either, but I thought they were the same show. Honestly, if this show wins, I might just watch Killer and Healer because I will forget they are not the same show. Don't they both solve cases? And because it's China, past lives must be involved, no? I'm looking at their MDLs as I write this, and I'm still not convinced they are different.

Stay with Me

It's color coded, but I know how it ends, and word on the street is that IS the ending since a second season seems unlikely. China couldn't just let me be hurt over Addicted, the original. No. Gotta hurt me again with Addicted, the remake. Rude af.

The Spirealm

First off, SEVENTY-EIGHT FUCKING EPISODES! What is this shit? Law & Order: SVU?! The fuck! I know how this ends, and it ain't happy! I don't care how people are trying to spin it, so to sit through SEVENTY-EIGHT DAMN EPISODES just for that ending already has me irate. And don't try telling me Viki combined episodes so it's only thirty-four. That's still a lot. However, everybody who has watched it says it's phenomenal, so is the pain worth it or are these people all lying so they convince themselves it was worth it?

Korean Bromance

Beyond Evil

With most Korean dramas, I feel like I missing something important. Like some part of the story does not click with me and I stay lost for the rest of the show. I suck it up for the queers, but the not-queers-but-it-is-queer shows . . . nah, and especially one about cops . . . (-_-). Also, The Worst of Evil just showed, and it was another reminder that I need these cops to quit their jobs and just screw each other. Embrace "Be Gay. Do Crime"

The Devil Judge

I know enough about Kpop to know GOT7 would not let one of its members kiss a man in this show. I looked at those GIFs of Jeff Satur and Jackson Wang on their show knowing damn well that if Wang got too close to Satur, an entire management team would have ascended from hell and kidnapped both of them, so the promo for this show was so wild because it felt queerbait-adjacent, and I was salty about it.

WILD CARD!

This option will be automatically unlocked IF this stupid little poll gets 216 votes, so I have high hopes this will not happen since I ain't that popular and I hate this wild card which is . . .

SOTUS

This show is my original TharnType. It came out in 2016. I watched it live. I watched the sequel. I remember neither. New was in it? Off was in it?! WHAT?! I have no memory of this show except Krist wiping his mouth, and I have carried that with me for eight damn years. I loved Be My Favorite, so I thought I moved past whatever strange grudge I was holding against this man who doesn't know I exist nor care, but then I saw that trailer for The Ex-Morning, and unlike Elsa, I can't let this shit go, so I'm willing to play Jumanji and go back into the jungle to finish this once and all.

So what it's gonna be, mi gente. Which demons am I facing for Pride and what shows do I get to stay petty about? Help me decide!

[paint-the-walls-white]

Sweet Simon Riley

I've been desperate for some good smut lately, then I remembered I have capable hands lol.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, Daddy kink, body worship, praise, pet names, overstimulation, breeding kink (lil bit)

After coming home from a long day at work, you dropped your purse and shoes at the door and slumped on the couch. A single encounter with a co-worker had ruined your entire day:

"Oh! Congratulations! Are you excited?"

You looked at her puzzled, "For what?"

"You know!" She gestured at your stomach, "When is the baby coming?"

A sour feeling had made it's way into your gut. "I'm.. I'm not pregnant."

She just awkwardly smiled and waved you off.

'What the hell?'

You grabbed at your soft stomach.. It was true you put on a little weight, but you hade been stressed out!

You sighed, walking into the bathroom where you inspected yourself in the mirror. Your stretch marks had become more prominent.. and you could see some cellulite forming on your thighs..

Tears flooded from your eyes. 'Maybe I should diet.. I've already eaten plenty today..'

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard your husband Simon come through the front door, calling out for you,

"Lovie? y' home?"

"Yeah!" You called back to him, stepping into the bedroom to change into looser fitting clothes.

Simon walked into the bedroom and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"Hi sweet heart," he brushed his hand over your tear streaked cheek, "What's wrong baby? Why were you crying?"

You sniffed dramatically, "Oh.. nothing just allergies.." You tried to hold his gaze, but the intensity of it made you glance away, giving up your lie.

"What's really wrong love?" Simon cupped your cheeks in your face. you couldn't help but notice how much of your face he was holding, making you sob,

"I-It's so stupid..! It's not something for you to worry about.." You forcefully pushed his hands off your cheeks and walked of to hide in the bathroom.

He tried to follow in behind you, worried and slightly hurt.

"Love. you need t' tell me wha's wrong. Righ' Now."

You quietly said what the issue was, but he didn't hear you. "What baby?"

"I-I feel fat, Ok? and I feel ugly... And your gonna leave me because I'm getting fat!"

You heard nothing on the other side of the door, so you cracked it open to see Simon with complete shock across his face. He regained composure and chuckled lightly.

"Lovie, yer no' fat. Yer thick and gorgeous and M' not gonna leave you because yer body is changin'."

He pulled you in, firmly squeezing your ass before throwing you over his shoulder and headed for the bedroom.

"S-Simon! Put me down-! I'm heavy!"

Simon slapped a heavy hand to your ass, chuckling at the whine what escaped your lips.

"Yer like a sack of flour. I got no problem carrying ya, which is why M' gonna fuck these awful thoughts out yer head."

You squealed as he tossed you onto the bed, enjoying the treatment.

"M' gonna prove to ya yer' beautiful by worshipping every inch of your skin tonight,"

He dragged his shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt. He watched as her eyes saddened at the sight of his firm build, dark thoughts clouding her mind once again.

"Eyes up 'ere beautiful,"

Simon carefully peeled her shirt over her head and groaned at the sight, "Fuck, yer gorgeous," he pressed a gentle kiss to her neck, caging her with his arms on the mattress.

"So fuckin' pretty Lovie.." He groped at her skin, relishing in her soft moans and whimpers as he kissed down her stomach, gingerly pulling off the rest of her clothes.

"Si-monn.. " she whimpered, gripping his hair tightly as he pressed firm kisses against each stretch mark on her soft stomach. He continued down her naval where he started sucking and biting at her skin.

"Yer so beautiful.. God I could look at you forever.. Fuck I have to taste you.." Simon licked at her clit, groaning at her sweet flavor as he pressed a finger against her entrance, sinking it down to the knuckle.

She arched her back, pressing into his face firmly as his nose swiped at her clit and he shoved his tongue into her. He groaned at her flavor on his tongue and locked eyes with her.

"That's it baby girl.. Eyes on me," He sunk two fingers into her, causing her to moan his name loudly, "Cum on my fingers like a good girl... cum for Daddy,"

She whimpered as the coil in her core rapidly started tightening until it snapped, creaming on his fingers.

Tears of pleasure pricked her eyes as she panted, trying to catch her breath. She watched as he pressed his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them off before he lapped her clean.

"Simon-! Pleasee.. I need it..!" She squeezed her thighs around his head, making him groan into her skin.

"So fuckin' needy.. Beg for it.. Tell me how much you want Daddy's cock.."

He pulled his meaty dick from his boxers, rubbing the head of it on her spent cunt.

"Please..! I need it so bad..!"

"Then admit it.. Admit yer fuckin gorgeous.. Admit how fuckin' beautiful you are beggin' to be fucked like this.."

She whimpered as the head of his cock was pressed in, unmoving. She whined that she was pretty, that she was gorgeous and begged once again,

"Please Daddy.. please put it in..!"

She threw her head back as his girthy cock stretched her wide, feeling every vein and ripple as he pressed into her gummy cervix.

"Fuck.. yer pretty little cunt wraps so fuckin' perfect around me.. Fuckin made for me.."

He pulled out of her slowly, relishing in her sweet whines as he pressed back in, again and again until he was pounding her at a bruising pace.

He lifted a leg over his shoulder and bit into her thigh repeatedly, leaving dark marks in her skin. Simon pressed his chest to hers, making her see stars. He groaned as she squeezed around him tightly, clawing at his back.

"S-Simon-! I'm cumming!"

"Fuck.. I feel it.. yer squeezin me so tight Doll.." He groaned into her shoulder, stuffing her full of his seed as he bit into her neck.

He pulled his half-hard cock from her soaked hole, stuffing his seed back into her with two fingers. Simon lifted her knees to her chest.

"Stay like this.. I don' want you wasting a fuckin' drop.."

She nodded weakly, mewling each time he pressed his seed back into her.

A minute had passed before she was breathing somewhat normally, her mind clear from the fog of pleasure.

It made her entirely to aware of the way her skin was folding in her mid section..

"Hey, stay with me Lovie, I'm not done with you yet. I see that look in yer' eye." He sneered, flipping her onto her knees, pressing her face to the pillows,

"I'm not gonna stop until you can't even think about it.. In fact.." He harshly rubbed her clit, stuffing his cock into her without warning, causing her eyes to widen and a surprised moan to escape, "I'm not gonna stop until you can't think at all,"

She whined and whimpered at the force of his dick pressing against her cervix. It would have been painful if she hadn't been sopping wet from both of their fluids.

"Si-monnn.. pleasee.."

He pressed his cock deep into her, groaning as she squeezed around him tightly, cumming from the intrusion.

"Fuck.. that's it.. cum on my cock beautiful.."

She bit into the pillow, overstimulated and so aroused it almost hurt. But the mind blowing pleasure from him pounding into her from behind and tightly gripping her hips for leverage, made it impossible to focus on anything but what he was doing to her.

Tears flooded from her eyes, drooling on the pillow as he rutted into her, praising her body and kissing her shoulder.

"So fucking gorgeous taking my cock.. Fuck.. Im gonna fill you so fucking much.. Are you ready for it?"

She mumbled incoherently, prompting him to pull her up gently from the pillow by her hair,

"Say that again beautiful?"

"Y-yes...Simonn..pleasee.."

He pressed a kiss to her temple and rubbed her clit harshly.

"Fuck.. take it all.. I'm gonna fuckin breed you.. Show that bitch how fuckin sexy you are pregnant or not.. Fuckk.."

Her eyes rolled into her head as he fucked his load into her, squeezing around his cock as he forced another orgasm from her.

"You're so fuckin beautiful when you cum for me baby girl.. "

He pulled out of her, easing her down on the bed and laying next to her, pulling her close to his chest.

She pressed her cheek against his hot skin as she attempted to catch her breath.

"Th-Thank you.. You didn't have to do that.."

She looked at him, eyes glossed over from the pleasure. He chuckled and kissed the top of her head.

"Of course I did, you needed to feel beautiful.. And Im gonna make you feel beautiful every hour of every day, over and over again,"

He pinned her down on the mattress, ready to go again. She just smiled contently, happy to have the most perfect man she could ask for.

[soft-pine]

as the strange combination of a bitter deangirl (gn) and a deancas shipper, i cannot overstate how much i appreciate everyone's thoughtful 15.09 The Trap takes. my only contribution to the conversation is that 15.03 kills me.

at the end of s14, everything happens so fast. cas finally admits to himself something's really wrong with jack. meanwhile jack's killed nick and mary. dean is devastated. rightfully angry. then jack's manipulated into fucking with the whole world. they don't know what to do. the plan dean and sam come up with seems like the only thing with anything close to jack's power. and even cas suggests locking jack away until they have more time to work things out. like i cannot overstate how dramatically quickly everything is unfolding. chuck shows up and says jack will end the world. dean was never gonna be okay with the world ending. was never gonna be okay with anyone but himself sacrificing to make that happen. instead they find out chuck is messing with them. he kills jack, opens hell, and they spend an awful horrible week trying to fight ghosts they thought they'd dealt with long ago, while trying to keep a whole town safe and calm, while grieving jack's death, while having to talk to a demon in his corpse, while reckoning with the fact that everything they've ever known is a lie and an elaborate set-up for a cosmic being's entertainment. like it is punch after punch for weeks and weeks with no breathing room. finally culminating in cas doing something which makes sense but is also very much a pattern where he just decides what to do. which results in rowena dying and sam being entirely torn up.

the conversation dean is having right before cas leaves in 15.03 is trying to take care of a broken up sam. based on what dean says it seems like they haven't even been home for a day. like they haven't even had a moment to try to decompress from the series of escalating, terrifying events which they've been dealing with for days and days pretty much nonstop.

it always strikes me then that what cas says is "You used to trust me, give me the benefit of the doubt. Now you can barely look at me..... I've tried to talk to you, over and over, and you just don't want to hear it. You don't care. I'm... dead to you." i recognize he's parroting back something dean said in 14.18 but i don't understand, i really don't, what the timeline he's working off is. like when is dean supposed to have enough space to work through the emotional ramifications of everything above. when is he supposed to have calmed down enough settle in to feeling any one kind of way.

"You still blame me for Mary." like it just happened, my guy. like where was he supposed to work in grieving for his mom (again) and working to move on from the grief and blame, into fighting off a ghost apocalypse and finding out god is basically jacking off to his pain.

i think patience and understanding has always been one of dean's strong suits. and i think cas tends toward impatience more. and it does make sense that when dean truly does get to the edge of his patience, that feels like a breaking point to cas because he has always had access to it before.

in response, i do think cas is allowed to be reactive and hurt and angry! after all he just went through all of the above as well!!!! but i think it's a grave mistake to think that cas doesn't also need to apologize for lashing out in anger.

[mingtinys]

A Thorn in the Side

pairing : joshua hong x gn!reader

light angst , fluff , humor

warnings : language , jealous joshy

word count : 1.0 k

requested? no

a/n : can't tell if i like this one or not yet , but i really wanted to get something seventeen related put out !!

Joshua has never liked to think of himself as a jealous person.

In fact, in his own humble opinion, Joshua finds he's secure enough to not let most things bother him.

Some guy wants to buy you a drink at the bar? You're very attractive, it's bound to happen. His members compliment how you look that day? Good, they should, you look amazing. Your coworker is leaving secret love notes on your desk? That's fine, you'll still be clocking out and coming home to Joshua at the end of the day.

For all the attention you receive in a day, it's only ever Joshua who has the privilege of receiving yours. So no, he really doesn't have much need to worry over trivial things.

That being said, every so often, he gets a teeny, little, thorn in his side. The thorn in question being no other than Kim Mingyu and his abnormally large muscles. More specifically, Kim Mingyu's abnormally large muscles in regards to how uncomfortably close they are to you.

You were supposed to be bringing Joshua his gym bag he left at home. Something that would have taken less than a minute to do. Unfortunately, Joshua forgot to take into account the other twelve boys who accompanied him to the gym and had a knack for making his life a living Hell. 

Mingyu stopped you the moment you walked in the door. Engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug and radiating a puppy-like joy he always seems to have when greeting you. But that's not even what did Joshua in. Not by a long shot.

It wasn't until you started giggling about how gross and sweaty he was that Joshua felt something indignant crawl under his skin. Your palms flat against his chest as you tried to push away while Mingyu only held you tighter. Also, why on God's green earth does he feel the need to be shirtless right now!?

And judging from the smug glances Mingyu keeps shooting his way, the boy knows exactly what he's doing. Joshua Hong is a patient man. But the urge to throttle Mingyu is incredibly tempting at the moment.

He doesn't even realize just how long he's been just standing there seething until Jeonghan pokes his head out from behind a machine. "Hey, ‘Shua!" He whispers and it snaps Joshua back down to Earth like a brick to the head. He's twirling a singular earbud in his fingers. "I can hear you grinding your teeth over my music. How much longer are you gonna stand there sulking?"

"I'm not grinding my teeth." He grumbles, a pout set on his lips. Though his jaw is rather sore and he has to actually make an effort to unclench it.

Behind him, Seungkwan snorts. "There's actually visible clouds of steam shooting out of your ears."

Joshua whips his head around and gives the younger boy a look nothing short of homicidal. It only encourages him. "What? Worried Y/N might see something they like?"

"No." He grits out. "I just . . . really need my gym bag."

"Ohhh, okay okay." Seungkwan nods, that same smirk never leaving his face. "Well, it looks like someone might have beaten you to it." Another fit of middle-school-girl giggles erupts between Seungkwan and Jeonghan.

And sure enough, when Joshua returns his attention back to you, a second “thorn” has somehow also found its way over. Lee Chan. "Here, that looks heavy, let me help you," he says, taking the bag from your shoulder, chest puffed and smile toothy. He curls it the way one would a kettlebell, toned and sweaty arms glistening in all their nauseating glory. Seriously, who even flexes like that when picking up a bag? It's just tacky.

That's about all Joshua can stomach for much longer. He can feel the once tiny thorns morphing into jagged claws. Some awful green-eyed beast tearing at his stomach from the inside out. And while he knows he really shouldn't take the bait, he just can’t help it.

He beelines it across the room, walking to where you and his victims members are at a lightning-fast speed. Joshua musters up a sickeningly sweet smile and clears his throat. Mingyu and Chan look at him like they know they're in trouble.

But then your eyes light up at the mere sight of him, and all thoughts he had of ripping Mingyu and Chan a new one fizzle out all too easily. You push past the two boys without another glance in their direction, and a smile only he's capable of evoking plays at your lips.

"Hey, you." You greet him with a peck and the exaggerated gags that fill the room make his chest fill moreso with pride than embarrassment. Your hand slips just under the hem of his shirt, letting your palm lay against his stomach. There it is. That feeling of security. Of trust. Warmth. You lean back slightly and Joshua lets his impulsivity win when he chases your lips for one last reassuring kiss.

"Thank you for bringing my bag."

You hum, threading your fingers through his damp hair, combing it back. "I don't mind. I actually think you need to forget your bag more often."

Joshua tilts his head innocently. He's thrown off guard when you lean in, palm pressing harder against his stomach, and your lips ghost the shell of his ear. Voice low enough so that his members won't hear, which he's thankful for. "You're really hot when you're all sweaty and jealous."

Joshua cringes. "Was it that obvious?"

"Seungkwan's voice carries."

He feels a little stupid now for ever getting so worked up in the first place. His head drops with embarrassment, causing you to giggle. "Hey," you poke at his forehead so he'll look at you. "You know I only have eyes for you, right?" You sound a little more serious this time.

"Yeah, I know."

"Good."

"Hey, hyung," Chan calls, still behind you. "Can you take your bag now? It's actually kind of heavy."

[aquariusmiller]

cowboy like me

Prequel: Black Widow

Pairing: Jackson!Joel x f!reader

Chapter Summary: There’s a fine line between survival and cruelty. Have you crossed it?

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: cheating, murder, brief gore, panic, dark!reader, m!oc, implied dubcon, trauma, flashbacks, big dose of guilt

A/N: Oops, this chapter got real dark real quick. Here's the promised backstory. I'm really excited to make a reader who's almost as dark as Joel was! I know it will be less popular since there's no Joel in this one, but I'm proud of it and any feedback would be appreciated! And thank you so much for the love on my previous chapters! By the way, pic in the middle is not a face claim, it just matched the vibes. Enjoy! :)

masterlist

You never saw this coming.

You, your boyfriend Nick and the friends you two have met along the road, Layla, Paul and Jenny, had set up a “camp” of sorts. You’ve found an old suburban neighborhood, checked through the abandoned houses for danger, and when you’ve cleared them up, you decided to settle in three houses for a while before you’ve scavenged enough supplies to keep going. Where? God knows where. You were wanderers like most survivors out of the QZ and life pushed you together because, as Nick was trying to convince you, “There was strength in numbers”. But when Layla and you came back from a scavenging trip and you came into the cozy blue suburban house you’ve lived with Nick, he was nowhere to be found. He didn’t tell you he was going anywhere. Worried for him, you knocked on the door of the neighboring house Jenny resided in. The door was locked. You had a bad feeling. You knocked harder and when the door didn’t open, you looked through the window, but all you saw was a hand closing the curtain... A male hand. You shouted through the door desperately.

“I’m gonna break the windows if you don’t open up!”

You put your ear to the door and heard hushed whispers. What the hell was happening? Then the thought finally popped into your head. The thing you were so afraid of, you didn’t even let yourself think about it until then. “Innocent until proven guilty”, you repeated to yourself in your head. Sure enough, the door opened up and it was Nick and Jenny. Alone. In a locked house. You had an awful feeling in your gut akin to butterflies. You looked at Nick and he had a guilty expression on his face. You’re sure you were pleading in your head for it all to be a dream.

You looked at Nick, already anticipating the disappointment. “Nick... Let’s talk at home, huh?”

He nodded, his shoulders slumped. “Yeah, let’s.”

He came out of Jenny’s house and walked with you to yours. You opened the door and came in, him following silently. You closed the door and went to the kitchen, distraught, tears pooling in your eyes. The bright interior of the hallway, with white walls, a silly rainbow welcome mat and plants, wilted but appreciated, looked dimmer than usual. He sat down on the kitchen chair and leaned his arm on the back of it, guilt and dread of the conversation coming up written all over him.

You turned to him, disbelief and shock still written all over your face. “Nick... What was that?”

He could just stare at you in silence with a guilty expression.

You pleaded “Say something.”

He shook his head, debating on what to say and settling with a weak lie, not even sure he wants to keep hiding this. “I was just visiting Jenny. I was bored while you were out.”

You looked at him with a disbelieving face. “Alone? In a locked house? Nick, do you think of me as a fool?”

He looked at you for a long moment before deciding to speak in an impatient tone. “You want me to say what was going on there?”

You were getting angry at his tone. “Yes!”

“I was... With Jenny.”

You looked at him, feeling like the air was knocked out of your lungs as he confirmed your suspicions. “How long?”

He admitted, almost looking annoyed at himself for getting caught. “Three weeks.”

“Three weeks? Wait a minute... Every time I went out on a supply run for three weeks... And Jenny was there... You were banging her?” You had to let out a disbelieving and biting laugh at the thought.

He just nodded hesitantly, afraid of how you’d react if he acted smug.

You stared at him for a moment, anger building up inside you. You knew one thing. Cheating was the end of a relationship for you. Especially when it happens like this. “Let me get one thing straight. You cheated on me as soon as you got the damn chance.”

He kept quiet for a few seconds, scared of how you’d react. He knew you were a skilled fighter and someone not to be messed with. Yet, he didn’t appreciate the accusatory tone of your voice. “Listen... I don’t want to hurt you, but I’ve been spending time with her while you were out. Jenny’s... She’s warm, caring, easygoing. I just... I like her. A lot.” He was holding back a faint smile while he was talking about her, hiding the depth of his growing feelings for her.

Warm, caring, easygoing. Unlike you, you thought. You looked at him in shock and said in a deadpan tone. “Yeah? So you decided the best course of action was cheating on me?”

He was getting mad and defensive. “Listen, we never made a strong commitment. We met on the road and I liked you-“

You cut him off. “So I was there when there was no better option?” You were sporting a biting grin you’re sure he wanted to punch off your face.

He was getting frustrated with you not letting him speak. “No, I cared about you. I wouldn’t have done everything that I’ve done for you if I didn’t.”

You looked at him as you recalled the things he did do for you. The way he’d always shield you from danger, wrapping his arm around you as you were hiding behind short walls and bushes. The way he’d make sure you ate, even if it meant less food for him. The way you walked backwards in front of him as he was walking straight, talking and laughing with him like a teenager. And it’s as if you feel a stab in your heart when you remember it’s not going to be like that ever again.

“I... I just can’t believe it. I trusted you! I loved- love you! Still do! And... You don’t even look sorry!” You huff.

He looked at you sadly and said your name softly. “You know I am... I’m sorry I hurt you.” He stopped and thought about what he was going to say before he continued. “I care about you too, but Jenny... She’s really special to me. I just wanted to be with her. Any way that I could.”

“So what now?” You raised your voice as he kept quiet. “Huh?” Tears streamed down your face as you accepted the finality of your relationship.

He looked at you sadly. “I’m really sorry... I shouldn’t have done it like this.”

You looked at him, almost softening. Hearing the regret in his voice, but refusing to budge. You shouted desperately as tears streamed down your face. “How could you? How could you do this to me?!”

Your sadness quickly turned to rage. Because... Here he is, leaving you high and dry, after trusting him not to. You decided not to let him see how he’s affected you. Not to let him see your world breaking in two. Not to let him see the true you anymore. You let yourself cry though and faked pleading back for him.

“Listen... Nick, we can’t end it like this. Okay? I can’t live without you! Please, please... Just... Break up with her. Promise you won’t do it again and I’ll take you back!”

He was wary of your change in attitude, having expected to be thoroughly dragged through the mud by you, but he brushed it off and looked at you sadly and almost feeling sorry for you as he said “I can’t. I love her.”

And that’s when it dawned on you. He said he cared about you, but said he loved her. He never said that to you. Never said it back. You were seeing red at this point. Because after years of closing yourself off, you opened up for him. Gave him all of you. Gave up on the way you used to live because you loved him. And he had the gall to not just cheat on you, but practically tell you he never loved you and that he loves another woman. You just... weren’t enough?

You had made up your mind in that moment. You ran to your bedroom, crying to lure him in, moving next to the backpack under your desk, taking out the thing you swore you’d never use on someone you traveled with again; a syringe with an anesthetic. You kept crying while you were staring at the syringe, both at the revelation and at what you’re going to have to do, and sat down next to the doorway. He came in to check on you and you quickly rose to your feet and put him in a headlock, injecting the syringe into his arm. You moved him to the bed and laid him down, and as he was losing consciousness, he had a panicked and pleading look in his eyes.

He whispered, his mouth moving slower as he was losing consciousness “Don’t do it...”

You took out your pocket knife, moving to kneel on the bed next to him. You looked at him as he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore, closing them. For the first time in forever, you hesitated as you looked at the sleeping form of the man you love. Tears were streaming down your face and it took a lot of willpower not to break down at the very moment. You closed your eyes, trying to get yourself together. You opened them again and looked at him, thinking you can’t do it. You can’t, not to him. Looking at his unconscious form, you knew that you still care about him. You always will.

You almost broke down, when the ugly thought reared its head again. You imagined him with Jenny in bed, telling her he loves her with no regards for you. You felt like you were nothing. Nothing to him, nothing to anyone, like you didn’t even exist. You couldn’t stand that feeling. You’d do anything not to feel it. So you leaned in and did it. You slit his throat, blood gushing out of his neck and splashing your face and hand. It was soaking the white sheets of the bed as you looked at it in an almost hypnotized shock. Your hand was shaking as you lightly pressed on his pulse point and felt his pulse slowing down. You panicked. Because when it stops, that’s it. Guilt was threatening to consume you, but you fought against it. Then his pulse stopped and you’re sure your face went pale. What have you done?

You instinctively grabbed your backpack and packed the little clothes that you have in it, your full backpack straining against the guns, canned food and clothes. You rushed to the kitchen and took a plastic bag out of it, packing up the remaining ammo and canned food you gathered on scavenging runs over the last month. You were acting without thinking at this point, unable to face the reality staring down at you like a ticking time bomb. You came back into the bedroom and, without looking at what you’ve done on that bed, took his backpack too, stealing his supplies. He won’t need them anymore, after all. You put your backpack on your shoulders, carrying Nick’s backpack and the plastic bag of supplies, then ran out of the house towards the black Toyota you Nick and you had found and restored. You put everything in the trunk of the car, Jenny running out of her house as she heard the commotion, shouting “What are you doing?!”

You shouted with a feigned worried expression. “We have to move, go check on Nick, he’s not well!”

She looked at you angry and in shock, knowing you’ve done something but her worry for Nick overriding the anger, running into the house. You took the chance and got into the car as quickly as you could, pulling out of the driveway and driving fast down the road. Jenny’s screams were growing fainter as you made distance.

After a few hours of driving... You couldn’t keep it together anymore. You pulled over on an empty field and started crying inconsolably, punching the steering wheel. You came out of the car and sat down on the dirty grass next to it, putting your head in your hands. He’s... God, you killed him. He’s dead and it’s all your fault. You screamed into the empty filed and sobbed. The only sound you heard as you were staring into the open grass field, the sky growing darker as night set in, was your echo in the distance.

You’re not a saint, that’s clear as day. Nick never knew what you did to get by before him and you liked it that way, not sure he could ever even look at you the same way if he did. You... You used to find men just like him, spontaneous and easygoing. You’d lure them in with a promise of sex, of doing whatever they wanted whenever they wanted, of pleasure, of an adventure. When you’d feel them getting bored and distant, you’d... You’d kill them. Steal their supplies after using them to protect you, rinse and repeat.

What were you supposed to do? You escaped the QZ at twenty eight, alone so as not to put your cousins taking care of you in danger. You wanted freedom. You wanted an out from the corrupted and controlling guards you couldn’t even look at anymore. To live life on your own terms. But you soon realized life outside the walls is tough and unforgiving, especially for a woman.

With your first boyfriend on the road, you realized... As a woman, you have a bargaining chip, and if you use it right, you can get men to do the dirty work for you.

You didn’t have a lot of regret about it. You were completely numb, your feelings buried deeply inside you. No matter how easy feelings are to bury though, they keep trying to fight their way back in. When they do after a long time of numbness, after all the horrible things you’ve done with no regard to anyone but yourself... You feel like you can’t take them. You remembered the faces of the boyfriends you’ve killed. Their desperate and pleading expressions before the deed. Your body was shaking from the guilt.

The worst part is... The lines in your head were blurred. They weren’t relationships, not to you, but you’re human. You had moments when you’d find yourself caring about those men. When they’d do something nice for you, when you’d talk and laugh for hours. There were moments when you thought you were in love. You know now it was merely infatuation. Maybe caring for them as people.

You felt used in these arrangements. Dirty and used. Because the guys you were with knew you relied on them for shelter and supplies. They weren’t the most moral of men. They took advantage of you the same way you took advantage of them, and part of you doesn’t regret killing them just for that fact.

You could have survived without doing that. You could have found work around the QZ or a real partner, but you didn’t want to be alone, and you didn’t want to trust. So you lived in these fake relationships and left a trail of blood in your wake. Admitting that to yourself is... Horrifying.

You found Nick and you swore you’d never do it again, but you did, and you feel like... A woman like you doesn’t even deserve to live. Yet, you decide you will. After what you’ve been through, survival is all you have left.

[pablitogavii]

Arguance

Summary:

Warnings: angst to fluff (happy end I promise :)

"You're being impossible right now!!" Pablo was screaming as we stood across from each other in our shared apartment just screaming at each other for the past fifteen minutes.

"Me!? I'm being fucking impossible right now!? Who was late to date night!? Again!" you said really annoyed that you had to wait for him for a whole hour all dolled up and ready to go and not the first time too.

"I was training! I told you already! And you're acting like I was fucking some other girl! You're so freaking complicated!" he said and I was fuming mad that he was gaslighting me when he was clearly the one who messed up. But God forbids Pablo Gavi apologizes!

"Well then go and find an easy girl!" you screamed clearly not meaning it but he was done wit this argument grabbing his jacket from the couch when you said that.

"Maybe I will do just that!" he said leaving the apartment and you shocked as you started taking off the dress and heels you wore for tonight tossing them into the closet angrily. What an asshole!

Pablo called Pedri the moment he got into his car asking him to meet at the bar which the boy agreed knowing it must have been something serious if Pablo wanted to spend date night with him instead.

"I fucking love her man! And I know I was late...and not first time too..but..but I do love her..and I know I'm a horrible boyfriend..alright..I get it!" I was talking more to myself after the fourth whiskey and Pedri told the bartender not to give me any more tonight.

"It was just an argument, hermano..it's normal for a relationship..and you will have many more together..but you love each other, so let me take you home to your girl huh?" Pedri helped him stand up and walk to the car but when he opened the passenger seat door Pablo stopped turning to tell him something.

"She's going to leave my pathetic ass hermano.." Pablo said with tears collecting in his eyes..he knew he fucked up with that last sentence obviously not meaning it at all. He didn't want an easy girl..hell he didn't want any girl that wasn't you!

"No, she won't..come on, get in!" Pedri spoke trying to get him inside but Pablo still wouldn't budge.

"I said I was gonna find an easy girl.."Pablo said looking guilty at his friend who only chuckled.

"She knows you just as well as I and we both know how obsessed you are with your girlfriend..I am sure she didn't take it serious..now come on! Let's go home!" Pedri said finally getting Pablo into the car and driving him home.

When they knocked on the door, you were already half asleep on the sofa determined not to go to bed until Pablo makes it back home. Part of you wanted to yell in his face and other part just wanted to hug him and know he was safe. No matter what, you still loved him..you always will.

"I'm leaving him with you..my job here is done" Pedri said as you helped Pablo into the apartment. He was clearly wasted and smelled strongly of whiskey.

"Thanks for driving him" you said before Pedri left and you locked the door walking towards the bathroom.

"Let's take a shower..you stink!" you said taking off his hoodie while he just leaned onto the sink watching you take care of him. He was in awe and had nothing left to say..he was too drunk to apologize now and what if it was too late?

"Only if you take it with me.." he spoke and you looked up at him knowing it would take too long to change his mind so you took your clothes off getting into the shower with him.

"Here is the body wash" you say pouring some into his hands and your own as you rubbed it into his skin trying your best to remain mad and cold. He needed to know what he said hurt your feelings.

"Is that your body wash?" he said and you nodded being to lazy to grab his from the other side.

"Now I smell like you!" he giggled and fought an urge to laugh as well but instead you helped him wash off the body was ready to step out but he pulled you back.

"I'm a big cabrón....biggest cabrón in the world!" he spoke raising your chin up about to kiss you but you moved away making him kiss your cheek instead.

"P..please...just one more time..please" he half moaned turning your head around and when his lips captured your you couldn't help your hands going to his hair and deepening the kiss while his roamed your body. You pulled away suddenly.

"I'm sorry.." he said and you sighed feeling your head hurt as you stepped out and helped him dry out before wearing some boxers to bed.

"It's late..we should sleep Pablo" you said helping him lay down before going to your side and slipping under the covers as well. Uncomfortable silence filled the room.

"I'm sorry amor..." Pablo broke the silence not able to fall asleep without holding you like always terrified that he will never get to hold you like that again.

"We should talk in the morning..when I'm not so tired..and you're not so drunk" you answered and he nodded knowing you were right. You turned your back to him trying to sleep but neither of you could sleep like this. It felt wrong..foreign..awful to be so close and not be able to touch.

"Please..can I hold you..I won't do anything else..I promise..I just need to hold you to fall asleep" Pablo moved closer whispering to you and you nodded your head feeling his strong arm wrap around your middle and pull you back against him. And you fell asleep like that.

The next morning, you were in the kitchen making some breakfast when you heard him groaning as he walked form the bedroom. Yeah, whiskey hangovers are the wrost!

He came closer hugging you from behind and you sighed turning off the stove before turning around in his hold to look into his eyes.

"I left you a pill at the nightstand, you take it??" you asked moving his hair from his forehead and he nodded looking down at your lips longingly. You could tell he wanted to kiss you badly without him having to say it out loud.

"How did finding an easier girl go??" you said hearing him sigh and look down while his figners drew invisible shaped on your hips.

"You know I didn't mean that amor..I was stupid and angry..and I went to the bar with Pedri basically crying over you for hours..I know it's pathetic..but if you leave me..I..." he started to mumble nonsense when you went on your tip toes and kissed him lips to shut him up and that took him by surprise.

"You won't get rid of me that easily Gavira.." you whisper into his lips and he hugs you tightly resting his face into your neck and leaving a few wet kisses on your skin.

"Thank God! I'm sorry..so sorry amor..for being late for date night..and for everything I said afterwards" he said while holding you and you ran your fingers through his hair soothingly.

"It's alright cariño..I was a little harsh too..you were training and I was very needy" you said realizing your own part in the argument but Pablo shook his head kissing the top of your head lovingly.

"You're not needy..you just missed me and I missed you...believe me I did..and I promise for the next date night to surprise you with something you'll love very much" Pablo spoke and you smiled nodding your head and laying your head on his chest.

"Mm I hope it's something I will REALLY love.." you smirked while your hand went to his abs and he took the hint smirking to himself.

"I can give you that right now preciosa.."he whispered into your ear as his hands went to your ass and he squeezed making you giggle and kiss him back passionately. He raised you in his arms carrying you back to the bedroom when you realized.

"What about breakfast cariño??" you said when he laid you on bed and tarted pulling down your pajama shorts.

"My breakfast is served princesa.." he smirked and you blushed bright red closing your eyes in pleasure as he started kissing up your thighs..;)

I hope you like the story :)

[a-lost-crow]

Writing every "Meet the Team" script based on my memory. Enjoy

Meet the Heavy

*Intro plays*

*Heavy drops weapon/Sasha*

"I am heavy weapons guy. And this. This is my weapon... Twelve seconds. Many people think they can outsmart me. Many :(. But no one can outsmart bullet."

*Proceeds to kill mercs in the battlefield. *Outro plays*

Meet the Sniper

*Scene shows camper driving off to the distance* *Sniper hits bobble head*

"Boom, headshot."

*Intro plays*

"Sniping's a good job mate. Becuase at the end of the day, as long as there's two people on the planet, someone's gonna want someone dead. What? I'm not a crazed gunman, I'm an assassin! What the difference be is that one is a job and the other is mental sickness! I'm gonna be honest, my parents do not care."

*Sniper climbs up the ladder*

"I think his mates saw me."

*Gun shots*

"Yep! Feelings? You know who else who has feelings? Bludgeons who (hit) their wives with a gold trophy! Professionals have standards. Be polite! Be efficient! And kill every person you meet!" *gunshots*

*Outro plays*

"P-Put mom on the phone."

Meet the Engineer

*Intro plays*

"What's life?" *Gunshots ensues* "And best hope, not pointed at you."

*Camera widens to show sentry guns killing opponent*

*Outro plays*

Meet the Scout

*It starts with Scout running and not getting killed by a train* *Intro plays* *Scout walks to the front of it*

"I uh, I don't know how to say this. Do you know who I am?"

*Scout pokes BLU Heavy*

"What's up?"

"Do you have any idea who I am?"

*I just know Scout hits the BLU Heavy*

"I'm a force of nature" *more hitting* *Looks at his small ass biceps* "Aw yeah."

"Grass grows, birds fly, and brother, I hurt people!"

*More fighting*

"WOO"

*Outro plays*

*Video ends with Scout eating a sandwich on top of a BLU Heavy*

Meet the Demoman

*Intro plays*

"What is a good demoman?"

*I just know he throws bombs here*

"[Demoman proceeds to dox the Lochness Monster's address, hence why there's a censor]"

*Sticky bomb bit*

*I just know scottish music is playing here*

"They'll have to glue you back together, IN HELL!"

*Outro plays*

Meet The Soldier

*Pyro*

"Sun Tzu"

*Outro plays*

"Zoo farm"

(I love you Soldier I'm sorry)

Meet The Spy

"Intruder alert! The red spy's in the base!"

"The red spy's in the base?"

*Blu soldier picks up a shot gun and goes down the stairs*

"Need a little help here!"

"INCOMIIIIING" "AAAAAAAH" *Door crashes. Intelligence is still safe*

"Aw hey it's still here!"

"Gentlemen?/What's up sluts?"

*Intro plays*

"I see the brief case is safe?"

"Yeah it is!"

"Then tell me, did you happen to kill the red spy along the way?" *Unsure faces*

"Then we still have a problem." "And a body!"

"I killed plenty of spies. The dime a dozen d*ldo sucking c*ck suckers, like you- ow!" *BLU Scout drops knife and BLU Spy hands it back to him*

"If you happen to kill a red spy, there's nothing, nothing like him in this building."

"What are you? President of his fan club?"

"No. That would be your MOTHER." *Spy shows the Red Spy effing Blu Scout's mom* *Blu Scout is shocked*

"Or p**nography of you mom won't be the worst thing that has happened today. The spy has breached out defenses." *Some shit happens here*

"He could be one of us!" "He could be you! He could be me! He could even be-"

*GUNSHOTS*

"What? It's obvious he's the red spy!" "Any second now! See? Red! No that's blood."

"We still have problem."

"Right behind you."

*Screams and stabs that synchronize to the outro.*

*Spy picks up blu mom's photos*

"Ma petit chou fleur."

Meet the Medic

"Medic."

*Intro plays*

"That's how I lost my medical license. Archimedes! It's filthy there! Birds."

"Kill me."

"Later."

"Ribs grow back." "No they don't"

"Let's practice medicine."

*Medic exits infirmary like a god*

"HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS WILL WORK!"

"I DON'T KNOW!"

"I AM BULLET PROOF."

*Outro plays*

*Scene shows everyone waiting in the waiting hall*

*Scout comes out of the infirmary*

"You won't BELIEVE, how much this hurts!"

*Bird noises*

"ARCHIMEDES?!

Meet the Pyro

"I fear nothing. But that thing. It scares me."

"Is she here right now?"

[COPYRIGHT OF "DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC" PLAYS AS PYRO KILLS EVERY BLU WHILE THINKING THEY'RE IN PYRO LAND]

*Outro plays*

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Okay, okay s/o being part of Itto's gang and Sara is constantly annoyed by the shenningans.

(Genshin Impact) Sara's S/O being part of Itto's gang

Sara regrets many things in her life. The people she wronged during the Vision Hunt Decree. The arrests she made.

And the biggest regret of all, falling in love with a dumbass of immeasurable magnitude.

Whenever they were with her alone, S/O was the sweetest person she had ever met.

They didn't care about who she was supposed to be, they loved her for her. Not as a general, or a daughter of the Kujou family, just Sara.

S/O was always so polite and courteous with her, never failing to put a smile on her face.

But the moment they were with Itto?

====

Sara had received news of a disturbance from the Arataki Gang, specifically demanding for her presence.

She showed up, ready to throw a couple of morons into a holding cell until she saw S/O alongside Itto, and 2 other members wearing-

(Sara) "By the Shogun, what the hell are you wearing?"

They were all wearing matching red and white striped uniforms, with fake mustaches and straw hats.

(S/O) "Back me up boys!" ahem "I may not always love youuuuu-~"

(Everyone) "BUT LONG AS THERE ARE STAAARS ABOVE YOUUUUU!

YOU NEVER NEEEEED TO DOUBT IIIIT!

I'LL MAKE YOU SO SURE ABOUT IIIIT!-"

(S/O) "-God-

(Itto) "-God-!"

(Everyone) "-GOD ONLY KNOWS WHAT I'D BEEEE, WITHOUT YOOOUUUU!~"

Their voices were completely out of harmony, and grating to the ears.

Worst of all, it was drawing attention, and everyone was beginning to connect the dots.

S/O had gotten the gang to provide backup vocals for a love song, for her.

(Sara) "Cease this racket at once, or I will throw you into the cells myself! This is a public area, you can't just start bursting into song like this!"

(S/O) "Aw, do you not like the song?-"

Sara shut her eyes as she felt her cheeks intensify in heat.

(Sara) "Do not change the subject on me, S/O!"

She had half a mind to smite them where they stood. Honestly, she was pretty close to doing so.

(Itto) "Ah come on, no one sings better than the Arataki Quartet! Right guys?"

(Arataki Gang Member 1) "Yeah!"

(Arataki Gang Member 2) "Dang right, boss!"

(S/O) "No one's better than us!"

====

S/O was involved in Beetle fighting, specifically making sure to call theirs "Sara" too.

If it wasn't for Shinobu's help, S/O and Itto would have been smacked upside the head by Sara more times than she could count.

And Archons above, S/O argues so loudly about her wings!

(S/O) "No, I won't let Sara make you fly off! Stop asking, man!"

(Itto) "Whaat?! Come on bro, just ONE flight is all I'm asking!"

(S/O) "Those wings are MINE! Back off!"

(Sara) "I'm standing right here! And they're mine, S/O."

(S/O) "Aw come on, I've seen you smile when you let me nap on your wi-"

(Sara) "S-SHUT UP! Don't go announcing that to the entire world!"

(Itto) "Bleh! TMI, nevermind, don't want it!"

Honestly, Sara has no idea how she fell in love with this idiot.

...But she couldn't deny that it did make her feel happy at times.

(Itto) "Goood, S/O never shuts up about you!"

(Shinobu) "Boss, not exactly a good idea to insult S/O to her face."

(Itto) "Psh, it's not exactly false either!"

(Sara) "R-Really?"

(Itto) "GOD yeah! They keep goin' on and on about how sweet you are, it's like, DUDE! I KNOW! YOU SAID IT LIKE, FIVE TIMES NOW!"

Sara lets a small smile escape her lips before clearing her throat.

(Sara) "Hmph. I'll talk to them."

(Itto) "Please do, I'm gonna jump off a cliff the next time they start gushing about you!"

Itto walked off, leaving Shinobu and Sara alone.

(Shinobu) "...So you're going to kill them for gushing aloud how much they love you, right?"

(Sara) "Probably."

Shinobu chuckled, her mask muffling her voice.

(Sara) "I just wish they could express their love in ways that didn't make my veins burst in anger."

(Shinobu) "Psh, we both know you secretly love it."

(Sara) "I do not."

[carefreecoffee]

+*:ꔫ:*﹤Fluffbruary Day 19: Long distance w/Sero Hanta﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

Word count: 844, gender-neutral reader

Valentines had rolled around once more! The yearly celebration for couples and loved ones to enjoy each other's presence and appreciate one another. Unfortunately, this year you couldn't make it. Living away from Hanta was a struggle when it came to planning. Making sure you both goth each other's gifts, setting up a time to call and trying to enjoy it to the best of your abilities. 

Hanta was beaming when you had picked up the call around the time you two had planned on, seeing your face expand on his monitor.  You took the first couple minutes to catch up with one another about your classes, hero work and such.  "I really wish I could be there instead of on a screen right now..." he said, leaning back a bit in his chair. A low hum leaves your lips, “I know babe, but we're gonna meet up soon you know? Just two more weeks” 

Hanta nodded happily, letting out a cheerful sigh "I know... And trust me, I'm looking forward to it. I've been counting down the days for a while now!” he then looked back at the screen, a warm and hopeful look in his eyes "I can't wait to see you again... And to hug the hell outta you" 

“haha I bet you will, but so will I; you won't even see it coming” you hold your head in your hands, eyes trained on the screen. 

"Oh really now?" he teased, raising a brow at the screen "And why wouldn't I see it coming? You have something up your sleeve that I don't know about?" he asked, smiling and tilting his head to the side as he leaned closer to the camera 

“Yup, I'm gonna be extra sneaky this time,” your laughs reach through the speakers in your computers before speaking up “Did you get the gifts I sent?” Hanta's eyes lit up as he heard you mention them "I did! I got them already" He said, a bright smile appearing on his face "You didn't have to go all out for me, really babe!" He added, trying to hide the fact that he was internally gushing over the gifts. 

“Aw well I wanted to! I was gonna give you the others when we met up, but I just couldn't wait” 

His cheeks started to flush as he spoke "You're too cute, you know that? You really didn't have to spoil me this much, but I'm glad you did" he rubbed the back of his neck 

“Of course, I did and thank you for your gifts as well. They're very cute hehe” you hold up the small cat plush in your hands, a small heart on the collar of it. 

Hanta's smile only got wider at that, proud of the gifts he had picked out for you "I'm glad you like them! I spent a long while trying to figure out what to get you" he admitted, letting out a sheepish chuckle. 

“Really? Well, I appreciate the thought, baby. Oh! Did you buy the cake?” 

He nodded, sitting up straighter in his chair "I did! I've got it right here!" he said, before reaching off-screen to grab something, pulling back to show you a small cake on a plate, one of your favorites.  You open the box that held your slice, showing him as well. You had gotten his favorite type, something that helped you feel like you two were closer than you were. 

His eyes lit up even more as he saw the cake, a wide smile on his face "Wow, it looks great! And it's even my favorite kind too!" he said, leaning closer to the screen to get a better look. 

“Mhm, it reminded me of you” you set it down on your desk, grabbing a candle to light on top of it. 

"You're too sweet.." Hanta said, his heart rate was picking up a little at the notion. He chuckled absentmindedly as he watches you light it. "God, I'm so gone for you. You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to seeing you in person” A small chuckle leaves your lips, cheeks tinting from the comment, diverting the topic for your heart's sake. “Save the gushing for later, I've been eyeing this cake all day!” Hanta laughs with you, nodding at that and jokingly rolling his eyes "Fine fine, you can have your cake first, impatient much?" 

“For cake, i always am” Hanta nodded in agreement as he lit his candle as well "That's fair. I mean, I can't blame you, cake is pretty great" he said, his smile a little brighter as the flame from his candle danced in his eyes. 

“Ready?” you looked to his cake through the screen 

He nodded excitedly, "Ready! 3... 2... 1... Blow!" he said, the anticipation in his eyes obvious as the seconds slowly ticked down. You hastily blew out your candle, wafting the smoke away, “Another valentines down!” Hanta blew out his candle as well, clapping and cheering in celebration.  

"And another Valentine's Day with you, sweetheart" 

[mattyriddlegf]

The Stupid Closet (36) finale*

Happy finale day everyone! I cannot believe this day is here, this story has been my baby for so long and now that it's out, I'm feeling very sentimental. Thank you everyone for your continued support for this story, it means so much to me. I will more stuff coming out very soon so stay tuned!! (also, if you have any specific requests for ANY Slytherin guy, please message me!)

enjoy this for the last time <3 ALSO: reminder that the * in the title means this chapter contains explicit content!!

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You spin around, the potion still in your hand, to see Mattheo not even a foot behind you, “where have you been?”

“Not important, what’s important is that you are about to buy love potion when I’m already in love with you” He shrugs.

You decide to let the topic go as Pansy starts aweing at you, “what if I told you it was for Pansy and her date?”

“Her date?” Mattheo asks, walking up to you, your chests touching.

You look up to him, “oh by the way we’re going on a double date with Pansy and Draco” 

Mattheo doesn’t break his eye contact with you. At this point, your lips are just inches away from connecting, “congrats Pansy”

She laughs lightly as Blaise and Theo walk up, “you guys are disgusting” Blaise states, making a puking noise in the process.

Mattheo turns his head to look at Blaise, “fuck off man” he says before turning back and grabbing your chin, kissing you.

“Oh bloody hell” Draco exclaims as he joins the group, rolling his eyes.

You back away, “Hi Draco” you smirk.

He looks between you and Pansy and rolls his eyes again before you laugh again.

You realize the love potion bottle is still in your hands so you quickly put it back down on the shelf before Mattheo whispers, “glad you know better”

You turn back around, the group now paying no attention to the two of you, “But do I?” 

He smirks, “I mean…I could remind you if you want” he shrugs.

“Uh hey guys?” you speak up. The group’s attention shifts back to you as you hold Mattheo’s hand, “we’re gonna go”

“Why?” Blaise asks.

Mattheo winks at them as you rush out, grabbing his arm and pulling him behind you.

“Disgusting!” Blaise yells, the rest of the group laughing.

You and Mattheo practically run back to the castle, heading straight for his dorm. 

He pushes you up against the door after he shuts it and starts to kiss your neck, holding your hands captive above your head.

“I need you right now” you moan as he kisses your collarbone, sending a chill down your spine. 

“Patience” he coos, his hot breath lingers.

You pout as he backs away until he starts to unbuckle his belt. As you watch him hungrily, you pull your tank top over your arms and throw it to the side. He watches you as you unclip your bra behind your back before pulling it off, leaving your top half exposed.

He starts to unbutton his shirt as you pull your shorts off, the panties coming off along with them. You look at him, fully exposed. He stands just a few feet away, his shirt half unbuttoned as he places his hand over his chest, taking you in. 

“God you’re beautiful” his eyes soften, just looking at you. How did you get so lucky?

You walk up to him as he pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the floor. You wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around your back, lifting you up to him. 

“I love you” you say softly, getting lost in his eyes.

“I love you”he replies, using one of his hands to hold your chin before pulling you in and kissing you. 

As the kiss intensifies, he leads you backwards until you hit the end of the bed and fall backwards. You prop yourself up with your shoulders as he stands there, pulling his pants and boxers off. He puts a condom on, always prepared.

He climbs back on top of you, kissing your stomach and working his way up until he reaches your lips again. 

You feel him go down inside you, forcing a groan out of you as you squeeze your eyes shut. You grab onto the sheets around you as he picks up his pace just a little bit.

“Fuck” he mutters as he goes deeper inside you. 

“Holy shit” you cry out, opening your eyes and watching him.

You can tell he’s close, he falters just a little bit in his movements, “Matty I’m almost there”

“Cum for me baby” he breathes out, slowing his pace even more, agonizing you until you feel your high. You desperately grab his arm that’s propped up by you.

Only a second later do you feel him finish before he pulls outs, breathing heavily and lightly sweating.

He wipes you off with a towel before he climbs onto the bed.

“I missed you today” he coos as he leaves traces of his kiss on your collarbone, propped up on top of you.

“I missed you too...” you let out a breath, “you disappeared on me today”

“I know, I’m sorry” he breathes out, his curly hair brushing the side of your face.

“Where were you?” you ask, curious to what he was doing the whole trip to Hogsmeade. 

“It’s a surprise,” he whispers in your ear.

“You know I hate surprises” you smirk and tilt your head as you touch his cheek, forcing him to look at you.

He looks you in the eye for a second, with those very same brown doe eyes that you fell for, before he gets up and walks over to where his pants are on the floor, He picks them up and searches in the pocket for a moment before finding what he wants.

He pulls out a small jewelry box and hands it to you, “I was getting this for you.” You sit up on the bed and grab the small box from his grip.

You look down at the box before looking back up to him as he sits down on the bed, “Mattheo…”

“Open it” he motions to you.

You open the box to find a small ring, matching the one he wears. The one from the greenhouse.

“Are you serious?” you smile up at him, “Mattheo this is…” you were speechless.

“Deadly.” he grins, “I know you liked mine” he shrugs.

You take it out of the box and place it on your right ring finger as he continues, “I had this nice dinner planned and everything but you are so stubborn”

You smile lightly before looking down at the ring. Your smile fades a little bit, Mattheo instantly noticing, “hey what’s wrong?”

“Do you think we’ll make it?” you ask, “I mean like after Hogwarts. I never, ever want to lose you” 

“Woah, mi amor, you will never lose me, ok?” he pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, “we’ve been through way too much this year to not make it”

“Yeah all because of that stupid closet” you laugh.

“It’s not so stupid anymore is it?” he smiles.

“Not at all” you smile in return.

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do you ever picture what things would be like if, somehow, the stars aligned and allowed Tim and Brian to reunite sooner? i had a dream last night where they found each other when Tim was HEAVILY pregnant with Birdie/Birdie was still a teeny-tiny baby, and Brian felt so guilty over losing Jark (Jay/Lark) and overall everything that Hoodie had caused (i go by Joseph DeLage's statement that Brian wasn't in control/not in full control when he was in Hoodie ModeTM), so Brian just went, 'i have to atone for my involvement, and do good by Jark and be a shoulder to lean on for Tim/bonus parent for tiny Birdie since Jark isn't here' and i've been Fucked Up ever since X_X

also, this just gave me the funniest image of Brian just casually wheeling down the sidewalk in Wherevertown going to wherever he needs to be, and ten yards ahead is Tim (with his back to Brian so he doesn't realize immediately), either pregnant AF or carrying baby Birdie in a carrier or whatever, having to stoop/squat to pick up something he'd dropped on the ground; either Brian sees Tim's ass as he's bending over and thinks 'gawd dayum' OR Brian's not as far behind, so when Tim drops the thing, Brian comes to save the day because he carries around a little grabber/pair of salad tongs in the even this situation happens to HIM. Tim either stands up and turns enough for Brian to see his face OR they do the little cliche romcom movie thing where they both just happen to look up at the same time and immediately meet eyes O_O

dear god this got long, one and one thousand pardons aaa

Oh my god I fucking love this. I hadn't thought about this before, but I'm definitely going to now, because god that'd be amazing, things would probably turn out so much more easily for Tim if this had happened. Because in 'canon' he lost Jay, Brian and Alex all at the same time and he feels awful about it. Like sure, Brian isn't dead, but Tim doesn't know that and he massively blames himself for it. He was the reason Brian let go of that ledge and landed just wrong enough for it to kill him. He didn't go back soon enough to check on Brian, to see if he actually was dead, and if he wasn't, was just passed out or paralysed, Tim not going back to check would have doomed him anyway; no one would have known where he was, Benedict hall was abandoned so chances were that no one would find Brian lying there for hours, and if he had internal damage, that length of time was something that'd kill him.

This got... Long :)

Also calling Jay/Lark Jark is so fucking funny, I love it so much 💀

And also also, Tim bending over and Brian being like "👁️ Damn 👁️" At him is absolutely something that happens, in this lil au, and also just in 'canon' Sorry, It's Locked, that's just gonna be them for the rest of their lives. They're gonna be 80 year old men, and Tim's gonna bend over, and Brian's gonna whoosh past him and smack his ass on the way by. They're gonna be sickeningly in love forever. They're gonna be head over heels for each other for the rest of their lives.

This was really fun to think about. I'm probably not gonna get round to actually working on S,IL until after Christmas now, so it was fun to be able to dash out a longish thing about S,IL without having to care about continuity or making it read nicely and all that lol.

So Tim reuniting with Brian right after losing him? I'm thinking they meet before the crossroads episode, while Tim's still trying to get his life sorted out and figure out what to do, where to go, how to be a single parent of a newborn who constantly reminded him of the partner he'd lost. He was in hell. He was beating himself up for everyone's deaths, practically feeling like they were done by his own hands, even though only Alex's was. So if he dropped something, carrying baby Birdie and maybe some shopping bags in his hands, so he couldn't easily grab it himself, and he saw a lil grabber coming out of nowhere to pick the thing up for him, and turned around to be faced with Brian? I think he'd probably have a break down in the street, a little.

I think at first he wouldn't let himself be fully convinced it's actually Brian. He hasn't seen Brian's face since uni, pretty much, except on the tapes, and they're blurry as all hell, so he tries not to get his hopes up. He tries not to kid himself that this helpful guy is Brian. He's thinner than Brian ever was, he has a beard and mustache than Brian never had, he's in a wheelchair and he looks much more subdued than Brian ever did. But this guy's eyes just widen, and he almost whispers Tim's name, like he's also terrified of this being nothing but a cruel twist of the universe.

So Tim whispers his name back, disbelieving and on the verge of tears, putting his grocery bags on the floor and holding Birdie tighter because he just needs to. And Brian nods with tears in his eyes and his lip wobbling a bit as he tries to figure out what he should even say. What do you say to the best friend you haven't seen in years? What do you say when that friend is kinda of the reason you have a spinal cord injury? What do you say when that friend has a baby in his arms and you don't even know enough about his life anymore to know how or when or who.

In the end he just settles on "I'm sorry."

Tim stares at him like he has two heads, almost angry as he asks what the fuck Brian has to be sorry for. Tim's the one to blame for Brian's current situation, Tim's to blame for everything! But Brian is the one apologising? They stay in the street like that for a while, probably too long with how many people step onto the road to walk around them, giving them a mixture of concerned and irritated looks. Eventually they decide to move, head back to Brian's place because Tim knows the lift up to his apartment is broken and has been for ages (he hadn't thought it'd matter before, he wasn't going to be staying there long, planning on moving away from that goddamn town, that goddamn state as soon as humanly possible).

They talk on the way there, Brian offering to carry things for Tim, but realising that the only thing he could really carry would be Birdie in her little baby wrap carrier, because Tim's grocery bags are those really big ones and would tip over really easily if Brian so much as leant forwards an itch. And Tim's not going to just hand his baby over. Sure, this is Brian, but he's been a somewhat malicious seeming presence in Tim's life for years now and he can't quite trust him, not yet, not with his baby, not with the last living piece of Jay that he had left. So they make their way slowly slowly slowly across town, Tim taking frequent breaks any time they get to somewhere he can sit for even a minute.

They talk about everything. Absolutely everything they can.

Brian asks about Birdie first.

"what's their name?" "She's called Birdie."

"That's a nice name, and she's yours?" "Yeah... All mine." Tim says that but with tears in his eyes and his bottom lip curling over as he tries not to cry.

"Yours and..." "Yeah, mine and Jay's." Tim's voice is all croaky when he answers and they reach another place he can sit down, because he just needs a moment to put his bags down again and wrap both of his arms gently around Birdie's tiny body where it's wrapped securely against his chest.

"I'm so sorry." "She's all I have left of him, didn't even know I was pregnant until after he was gone... Finding out was..." "A lot?" "I felt like I was suffocating."

Brian just nods. He feels awful. He feels just as much like this is his fault as Tim does and they finish the rest of their walk in mostly silence. They don't let the conversation stray back to difficult things when they get back to Brian's place, it's just as shitty as Tim's apartment, but it's at least fairly accessible, and he and Brian try to keep things normal for a bit, trying to catch up like they were just normal people who'd lost touch after uni. But they can't really do that, can they? Because they aren't normal people, Tim had thought Brian was dead for years, only to find out he'd been wrong when he thought he was watching him die again. Brian had stolen Tim's meds, he'd stalked him and Jay around for months on end and made them feel almost as unsafe as Alex had.

They aren't normal people.

So the topic finds its way back to MH. They talk about what they remember, about uni and what had happened to Brian when he disappeared after that. Tim finds out that Brian barely remembers most of the last few years, felt like he was watching his body getting piloted around by someone else while he was trapped inside, and he tells Brian about his own memory loss.

Brian remembers at least some scattered bits and pieces from the times he and Tim in the mask were together. He talks about the relief of knowing that Tim was at least alive still, and about how even when he felt like he had no control over himself, he was glad that his body seemed to remember that Tim wasn't a threat, was someone he cared about, someone he loved. He also talks about the end, when he'd let go of that ledge and for the first time in years that felt like an action he had been fully in control of.

He doesn't regret it, he also isn't somehow happy he did it, it was just a thing that happened. What he's really glad for is the fact that Tim didn't have to go the rest of his life thinking he'd killed someone, that he'd killed him. Tim tells him about Alex, about how he had killed someone, and there was no mistaking it for an accident like there could have been with Brian. Tim had slit Alex's throat with Jay's penknife, mercy for Alex and revenge for Jay.

They talk and talk and talk, have dinner together before Tim has to leave to put Birdie to bed properly and take some time to himself so he can scream into a pillow. They get each other's phone numbers though, they refuse to lose contact with each other again.

They meet up as often as they possibly can after that first accidental time, mostly just spending their time at Brian's place, just talking. Tim obviously brings Birdie with him every time, he doesn't have anywhere he can leave her, doesn't have a childminder or anything, and, y'know, she's a newborn, she's only a few months old. So she comes with him. The first few times, she stays in Tim's arms or his lap, he doesn't let go of her the whole time, and Brian doesn't ask to hold her. He gets it. He understands as much as he possibly can from what Tim's told him, about how she's all he has left of Jay, about how he just can't trust Brian with holding her just yet, needs to have her in his arms so he knows she's safe.

Tim's told him about the nightmares he has. He dreams about losing Jay, he dreams about losing Brian, and he especially dreams about losing Birdie. It's almost nightly, he wakes up terrified that she's been kidnapped, or hurt somehow, or that he himself has hurt her, has killed her like he killed Alex, like he thought he'd killed Brian and still can't quite believe he didn't... And like he killed Jay, like he let Jay die. If he'd just put his upset at Jay aside and said they could stick together while they were looking around Benedict hall, he'd have been with Jay when Alex shot him and maybe Alex would have thought twice about doing it, maybe he could have saved Jay.

So when one day Tim asks if Brian would like to hold Birdie, Brian understands just how big a deal it is. He nods, though, he says he'd love to hold her, and he doesn't say a word when Tim fusses around with making sure he's holding her correctly, making sure that the brakes are on on his chair so he won't roll, making sure that Birdie's still bundled up safe and warm. And then he hands her to Brian, and she's a squirmy little thing, making little baby noises and grabbing at him when he cradles her against his chest like Tim showed him, supporting her head and smiling at her with tears in his eyes, because yes, she looks like Jay... But she also looks like Tim.

She looks a bit like Tim did when the two of them first met.

It's her eyes, sure, the shape is more like Jay's, all too big and a bit buggy, a little droopy and looking incredibly strange in her tiny baby face, but the colour is exactly like Tim's.

Tim tells him more about his and Jay's relationship while he holds Birdie, letting her hold his finger and babbling back at her when she makes her little baby noises. Brian decides that he absolutely has to be there for Tim and Birdie. He doesn't even say anything about it to Tim, just decides it for himself as he listens to Tim talking about how he'd tried to count back the months to figure out when Birdie had been conceived. Tim jokes about feeling like a weirdo for it, but he just had to know, he had to figure out what point in their relationship Birdie had started, to know and remember that moment as happily as he could.

Brian listens to it all, he doesn't even really feel jealous, doesn't feel any sort of weird at hearing Tim talking about his last partner. He listens to everything Tim tells him about Jay, the good sides, the bad sides, how awful it was trying to live around being hunted down by Alex and the Operator. Tim even mentions the fact that Jay was clearly figuring out his gender and how awful it feels knowing that Jay never got to live comfortably in his skin before he died.

Brian just listens, he holds Birdie and he listens while Tim gets everything off his chest, and he decides that he's going to be there for him through anything, whatever comes their way, he'll be there with Tim, for Tim. He isn't even doing it because he still likes Tim, because he wants to be in a relationship with him again. He doesn't even necessarily want Birdie to grow up seeing him as her dad too. He just wants to be there for Tim in any way he'll have him, whether that's just as a friend, or as something more.